It seemed like such a good idea at the time. I was close to failing science and Mrs. Tavorski was such a good teacher that when she offered to tutor me after school, I had to say yes. At first, everything was fine, it was boring high school science review and Mrs. Tavorski was a good teacher, my problem was mostly paying attention to the material (I still think it was boring) and she kept me focused.
Eventually we had to stop using the school facilities for tutoring. Budget cuts and all that demanded no non-essential after school activities. I guess football and cheerleading practice were essential but tutoring students wasn't. No matter. I soon found myself sitting at her kitchen table. And that's where my troubles began.
I was going over the latest lessons on the periodic table of elements when suddenly her hand landed in my lap. This wasn't just a casual brushing by of her hand on my thigh that happens when two people sit next to each other. It wasn't a simple mistake of forgetting where she was. Her hand reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. At first I was surprised, then like any high school boy, I was suddenly rock-hard.
"I thought as much," she said to me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, shocked. I didn't know what else to do. I mean, whose teacher suddenly just grabs their package in the middle of a study session.
"Feeling your cock," she replied with a smile. I was still hard and even through several layers of clothing I was enjoying her massaging my cock. "It's nice," she complimented me."
"You shouldn't be doing that," I told her. Stupid, I know.
"I know," she agreed but didn't stop.
It wasn't that Mrs. Tavorski was ugly, far from it. That wasn't it at all. At the beginning of the school year she announced she had just turned thirty-five, it was an odd announcement from a teacher, but it was her birthday. That make her slightly less than twice my age; I had turned eighteen over the summer. None of the guys in school every said she was ugly, maybe she wasn't a teenaged cheerleader, but she was in good shape, had a perfectly shaped face and blond hair that fell straight to her shoulders. Nothing to complain about at all.
She didn't stop moving her hand and I spent the next minute trying not to cum in my pants. "Why don't you tell me to stop?" she asked.
"Because I don't want you to," I choked out.
Her smile grew big and bright. "I thought so." And then she got down on her knees on the kitchen linoleum, unzipped my pants, took out my cock and put it in her mouth.
I'd gotten head only three times before in my life, all from the same girl I worked with at a kids' summer camp. Melanie was nice enough—and I shouldn't complain about anyone who deigned to give me both blowjobs and handjobs—but her skills were nothing compared to Mrs. Tavorski. I wasn't in her mouth for more than a minute of her sucking and rubbing her hand up and down my shaft before I exploded.
Sometimes nothing feels as good as cumming, sometimes it's painful; this time it was both and wonderful.
She also did something Melanie wasn't able or willing to do. She swallowed my load. That was what made it so good, not the actual organism, but the sensations afterwards when she was still suck and swallowing.
A bit of my white semen had escaped her lips and she wiped this off her chin with her fingers. Mrs. Tavorski then licked her fingers clean.
"I'm always amazed how quickly teenaged boys can cum," she said, resting her head on my thigh.
"Sorry," I apologized. I didn't know what else to say. What do you say when your pants are around your ankles and your science teacher's head in resting on your lap?
"No need to apologize. That was just the warm-up anyway." She stood up and grabbed my hand. "Come to the bedroom and we'll fuck."
I sat rooted in the kitchen chair. "What?"
She gave me a withering stare. The same stare she gave to students giving a lame excuse for not doing their homework or failing an easy quiz. "I'm not some little high school girl," she explained carefully to me. "I want to fuck you now. I'm not content to just give a blowjob and be done with it. Now move."
There was no consideration for what I wanted. In retrospect what I want to do was fuck Mrs. Tavorski, but I didn't know how to go about doing that. She told me what to do and I went along willingly because I wanted to.
I followed her to the bedroom, holding up my pants with one hand and holding her hand with the other. When we go to the bedroom she dropped my hand and pulled off her shirt. She was wearing a white, practically transparent bra that did nothing to hide her dark, hard nipples. I froze, once again not knowing what to do.
"Take of your clothes," she ordered.
I followed the command mechanically, not taking my eyes off her still-hidden breasts. Except for Melanie I'd never been naked in front of a woman before. It didn't matter to my cock. Already it was almost fully erect again.
"That's why I like young men," she said, staring at my crotch.
She pulled down her pants and flipped the covers off the bed. For an older woman she was in surprisingly good shape. I could tell this because in her bra and panties there was precious little to hide from me. Smooth, almost flawless skin, no heavy tan lines or obnoxious tattoos, just the perfect body of what I had until minutes before thought was an otherwise innocent high school teacher.
Patting the bed next to her she invited me on board. "C'mon, time for your reward, you've been working very hard in your science class."
I couldn't move so she grabbed my cock and dragged me onto the bed. It was then I remembered Mrs. Tavorski was married. But this was out of my control. Mrs. Tavorski was in charge and I had to do what she told me.
"Are you a virgin, Jimmy?" she asked me asked as we lay next to each other on the bed. I was frozen with fear and excitement.
"Y-Y-Y-Yes," I stammered out.
"Good, you'll love this then." She smiled. "Take of my panties."
